Don't steep yourself in darkness too long. The Heartless consume the careless.
Beware the darkness in your heart. The Heartless prey upon it.
Maleficent, Walt Disney's Sleeping Beauty
THE MAN THAT MOVED WITH MAGIC:
The girl steps onto the loft and sits. The air is dense with oppression as if she were a body of invasion. She feels queasy and suddenly tired as if something was beating her to compliance. This was only day one, this was bigger than she thought. Was anyone else feeling this? And if so, would they (together with her) make it through alive howbeit unscathed!
She had rehearsed about three times with the writer of the music privately. They (musician) knew their craft, and knew what they wanted done. The rehearsals went well. But when it got time to do publicly what went well privately, 'it' happened again. The atmosphere began to change. It were as if she had trespassed into some tainted territory. Her voice suddenly locked, she was singing but no sound was coming out. Her eyes were open, but everything was blurry and whirling around her. The air got suffocation thicker and 'it' had happened again. Amazingly though, she was still on her feet.
The girl is walking away one week night after a meeting, when another young lady runs up to her. She is pretty, petite, well dressed and full of energy. She complements the girl profusely and tells her that for the past couple of weeks she has been watching her sing. She tells the girl it brings her great comfort when she sees the light and glow emanating from her (the girls) face. She would love to be like that someday she says. The girl smiles, thanks her and assures her that she is well on her way. The other girl now proceeds to tell 'the girl' that she has a big confusing problem.
Other girl: "I am bothered and disturbed at what he is doing to me.... (writers discretion)"
The Girl: "How do you mean? He is over there and you are over here. Besides he is old enough to be your father. Probably concerned about you."
Other girl: "No that is not it at all, and I feel I might offend you but..... (writers discretion)"
The Girl: "So how can you know all this? And why do you feel it is safe to tell me?"
Other girl: "I used to be a witch and a high ranking escort. We used hexes like these to trap some of our clients..."
The Girl: "So what in the world has that got to do with me, him and here."
Other girl: "I cannot believe, he is doing to me what I used to do to my clients. I wanted out of that lifestyle!! I do not expect to be pulled back into it by him."
The Girl: "And you are telling me this because??"
Other girl: "I need you to stop him from getting to me."
The girl: "What! Why me? Why not someone with a jacket or badge? WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO BE DRAGGED INTO SOME TWISTED DRAMA!"
Other girl: "You can help me because you are the 'real deal'. No gimmicks, ruffles and pretense. Game players don't stand a chance. They never really did. It is laughable."
The Girl: "But who are you to tell if I am real or a fake? I could be putting up a front for you."
Other girl: Trust me. 'The taste is in the pudding not in the prattling' (Translated & Revised Chioma Onwudiwe 2014) In my profession and community, we know who is who. Our very survival depends on it...."
THE CONTROL CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE:
The celestial showcase of blustering thunder and blazing lights formed an experience of cornucopia, second to none. The rhythmic flapping of wings, became a synchronized spectacle that would easily rapture the mind and lull the senses. Waves of glorious, exhilarating and rhapsodic acclamation authoritatively filled the air. Atmospheric clouds cascaded and collided in frequencies that Physics could not measure or fathom. The firmaments locked in with indisputable and unquestionable boundaries. This was a territory that did not allow for trespassing.
Glittering stars in their courses, united as if in an assembly of illustrious pageantry. Showers of meteorites would tumble like a deprived dam. Darkness was no where in sight as scintillation paved the way for The Throne of MAJESTY...
THE EVIL CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE:
Belul grimaced at the fact that his sons were littered all over the place. For loss of his count, they were still strategically placed. And they all seemed to be attracted to the same kind of woman Lebezej. It worked quite well, as each helped the other achieve their brutish goals. Now Lucer had commanded him to activate every hidden and dormant 'sleeper'. Sons of his that had a tracking device and never bothered to remove it. They were neither here nor there. They would rush in foolishly to do Lucers bidding and die just as quickly.
As Lucer and Belul sat deliberating on their next course of action, they heard a loud crashing noise. Then one side of their smoldering trench suddenly caved in, as arrows began flying at them. As they (Lucer and Belul) caved underneath ashes for cover, Lucer grabbed one of the arrows to inspect its origin. It was a 'voice note' from the girl! She would not shut up!! And here he was, thinking she was in the kitchen mindlessly clanging pots in vexed solitude. Where was Captain Belzy when he needed him to take on the brunt of his endless frustration.
As if that was not enough, a drop of blood fell on his scaly horned-head and began to mutate into huge droplets. The thermal state of Lucer's home caused the droplets to begin to expand into an unstoppable flow. As the whole kingdom trembled, Lucer precariously clung to Belul's hoofs to keep from floating away in the blood flow. "Did she cut herself, to bleed so much?" Blurted Belul in desperate agony. "No stupid!" Was Lucer's angry retort. "It is not her blood...."
IN THE LAND OF DREAMS AND VERY STRANGE HAPPENINGS:
Disclaimer from the The Girl; "MY NAME IS NOT MARTHA. And I can 'sit' and serve at the same time. No big deal at all. And most importantly, I have never been happier in my life."
The conartist, confidently arranged all his dolls in order of functionality. Some had been his from the word 'hello'. He had even set them up with their spouses. That way he was always in the 'know and flow'. Their very speech and activities were orchestrated by him. The rest just got sucked in by the minute like 'bull-dog'. It was a sad sight that pained the writer. No person whose free will were handed over to them, should have to live like that. Their bodies snatched whenever and wherever. Devious plans superimposed over good intentions.
There in lay the writers frustration. Now there were nine strands of the writers hair floating in the stratosphere. But all was well, because The Real 'PUPPET MASTER' was getting ready to stand up!
Exit stage right.
